3:27 am
Streets lights peeped through the off-white curtains, cracking the darkness with brighter tones of night. The blanket shifted atop her figure as she turned to view the window. Time had seemed to pause three fateful days ago and fast forward to this very moment—this very broken, somber moment. Where her thoughts were able to breath without inhibition and her body could ache, and mourn. Moving to the sit on the edge of the bed, she rested her face in her hands, heaving a heavy sigh. She had been there, but did nothing. From the sidelines, she watched everything fall apart—her dream, her goal, and the delicate glue that held her fragile heart together. She wanted to scream, curse, and use her freakish strength to overturn anything in sight, but lethargy filled every crevice of her body and soaked her bones. Tears followed suit as she cried and her cry morphed into wail. A wail she had been holding in-that had festered and burned her with every minute she constrained it.
Numb
"You…fucking bastard," he gasped.
He was dizzy with rage and pain.
Breathe.
Think.
"Shit," he murmured as he tossed the flat pillow off of his face and onto the floor.
His eyes shifted over to the shabby, wooden clock on his nightstand.
3:27 am
Flipping over on his stomach, he shifted his head, surveying the single street light flickering over the green bench. His eyes felt weighted and they stung with every slow blink. With eyebrows knitted tightly together, he grabbed a fistful of the orange sheets beneath him.